The pretty little follower gets targeted by the crazy guys at the elite academy

There were two people standing at the door.

Li Zhengyuan stood on the left, wearing a dark gray loungewear, his hair neatly combed, holding a financial statement in his hand.

Seeing her beloved daughter get out of the car and come back, she immediately folded up the report and a slight smile appeared on her lips.

Shen Wanru stood on the right, wearing a pale yellow dress, her hair tied up, and a pair of pearl earrings. When she saw her get out of the car, her eyes immediately reddened.

"Ruoruo!"

Shen Wanru opened her arms, eager to hug her daughter.

Li Ruo walked over and was hugged by her.

Shen Wanru had a faint scent of rose perfume on her, the same scent as the roses in her yard.

Her embrace was warm and soft, like a quilt that had been sun-dried.

"mom."

Li Ruo's voice muffled against Shen Wanru's shoulder: "I'm back."

Shen Wanru's tears fell, one drop at a time, onto Li Ruo's hair:

"It's good to be back, it's good to be back. You've lost weight, did you not eat properly in Paris?"

Li Ruo broke free from her embrace, both amused and exasperated: "Mom, I was only gone for three days."

"I've lost weight in just three days."

Li Zhengyuan coughed beside him and said, "Alright, the child just got back, don't strangle her."

Shen Wanru then released her grip, wiped away her tears, and looked Li Ruo up and down, holding her hand tightly:

"Yeah, you haven't lost weight, you've actually gained a little."

Li Ruo: "..."

Her father smiled, walked over, placed his hand on Li Ruo's head, and gestured.

"You've grown taller again."

"Dad, I'm eighteen now, I'm an adult, I'm not growing anymore."

"With me, you'll grow taller forever."

Li Ruo looked up at her father.

Li Zhengyuan is fifty-two years old this year. Half of his hair is gray, but he is in good spirits and has sharp eyes. He looks like a decisive person in the business world.

But at this moment, the way he looked at his daughter was incredibly tender.

"Come in, your mom asked the housekeeper to make your favorite soup."

"What kind of soup?"

Pork rib and lotus root soup.

Li Ruo's lips curled up.

She took Shen Wanru's arm and walked into the villa.

The living room is large and spacious, decorated in a simple Chinese style with mahogany furniture, ink-wash screen, and a few sprigs of winter plum blossoms in a blue and white porcelain vase.

The aunt brought out a bowl of soup from the kitchen and placed it on the table. The soup was still steaming, and the fragrance of lotus root and the aroma of pork ribs mingled together, making one's appetite increase.

Li Ruo sat down, picked up her spoon, and took a sip.

The temperature was just right, and it was very fresh. It tasted fragrant and warm in my mouth, sliding down my throat to my stomach, temporarily filling that indescribable emptiness.

"Delicious!"

Shen Wanru sat down beside her, resting her chin on her hand as she watched her drink the soup, her eyes full of smiles:

"Drink slowly, don't burn yourself."

Li Zhengyuan sat down across from her at the dining table, picked up the report, flipped through a page, put it down again, and looked at her.

"Ruoruo".

"Um?"

"Did you meet anyone in Paris?"

Li Ruo raised her head, a piece of lotus root in her mouth, and said indistinctly:

"Who is it?"

"that is……"

Li Zhengyuan carefully considered his words: "The person who makes your heart flutter."

Li Ru chewed the lotus root, swallowed it, and thought for a moment.

"no."

Li Zhengyuan's expression relaxed for a moment, then tightened again:

"Is there anyone who doesn't make your heart flutter?"

Li Ruo: "...Dad, what are you saying?"

Shen Wanru patted Li Zhengyuan on the shoulder and said, "Don't talk nonsense in front of the child."

"How am I talking nonsense?"

Li Zhengyuan said matter-of-factly, "My daughter is so beautiful, what if some wicked brat sets his sights on her..."

"Your daughter is eighteen, not eight."

"Eighteen is still my daughter!"

As Li Ruo watched her parents bickering back and forth, the corners of her mouth curved into a wider smile.

She finished the soup in her bowl, put down the spoon, and stood up.

"I'm going upstairs."

"Want another bowl?" Shen Wanru asked.

"I won't drink it anymore, it'll make me fat."

"Where have you gained weight?"

Li Ruo did not answer, but turned and went upstairs.

Her room was on the second floor, facing south, the one with the best sunlight.

Pushing open the door, everything in the room was as before.

A large white bed, pink curtains, a dressing table filled with bottles and jars, and bookshelves neatly stacked with her textbooks from elementary to high school.

She went in, sat down on the edge of the bed, and lay back on the bed.

The bed was soft, the blanket was light, and the pillow smelled of her familiar lavender laundry detergent.

She closed her eyes, and her mind started buzzing again as those images flooded back.

Black flowers.

A silver-gray figure.

Six blurry outlines.

Six pairs of eyes of different colors.

The last sentence was: "Li Ruo, in your next life, may you be happy."

Who?

Who is speaking?

The sound was very soft, like a sigh coming from a very distant and ancient place.

But Li Ruo seemed to have heard it clearly.

I heard it clearly; every word seemed to be etched into my bones.

She suddenly opened her eyes and sat up.

The room was very quiet.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains, warming the entire room.

The sound of my parents talking downstairs drifted from afar, faint and indistinct, as if through some kind of barrier.

She raised her hand again to examine it carefully.

There was still nothing there; my palms felt empty, and my heart felt empty too.

It's like losing something very important, but you just can't remember what it is.

She looked up and gazed out the window.

The sky was blue, a very pale blue, and beneath that blue was the skyline of the capital city.

High-rise buildings, traffic, pedestrians—everything is as usual.

She leaned against the window frame, gazing at the distant horizon for a very long time.

What exactly is on that island?

She can't remember.

What's in that manor?

She doesn't remember either.

but……

"Fu, Chen, Zhou".

She startled herself when she unconsciously whispered the name.

She didn't know whose name it was, or why it came out of her mouth.

But when she read it aloud, her heart skipped a beat, as if someone had struck a drum in her chest.

"Ruoruo! Come down and have some fruit! Your favorite strawberries!"

Shen Wanru's voice from downstairs broke her thoughts.

She responded and then went downstairs.

"Dad, Mom, I've made up my mind. I don't want to study abroad anymore! I want to stay in the capital and go to St. Lia Academy!"

[Countdown to the end, my darlings~]